National Poetry Month
(required words; heart, bottle, gaze, shiver, cold, tender)
after his death I was shattered
my soul broken
each day bled into another
and my life was darkness
I put my heart in a bottle
with a shiver for I thought my life was over
I gaze at his picture
on my dresser
and remember our tender love and wedding
but, now I visit a cold grave
with his name engraved
as birds sing in trees a sad song
I leave a red rose
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